When I first arrived and you see me there,
your hopeful eyes shattered my despair.
Know what we use to be.
No one else in more confused than me.
Oh, I don’t want to hurt you anymore.
I drop my machete to the floor.
You look so happy-sad.
I know I can’t expect you’ll wait for me.
The soft taste of you lips
conjures memories of
a world where petals fall from above.
It seems so far away.
I am lost, to both of our dismay.
Would someone please pass me the key
to this exam that I’ve written?